Remember when ever night felt like saturday
When we were all both young and alive
Dancing and drinking and rolling on highs
We were the kings and the queens of the night
Chasing the moon and pulling down stars from the sky
Back when it felt like we could have done anything we wished for
And now that my years have grown longer
And my nights have lost sight of saturday
No longer  a king
Just a peasant wishing on a dream that keeps eluding me